"That's exactly what I mean, little angel. So walk out that door before I ruin you."
His words make heat flood me. Parts of me that had never awakened until now are stirring, showing interest for the first time ever.
And I realize, suddenly, that Iwanthim to ruin me.
Whatever that means.
"I'm staying," I whisper.
His eyes darken. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
He blows out a breath, and without warning, kisses me again.
This time, it’s messier. Deeper. Hungrier. My fingers clutch the lapels of his suit jacket without thinking, needing something to anchor me. He pulls me toward him, and I let him. My body responds before my mind can catch up, pressing to his like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
His other hand finds my waist, holding me firmly, and his touch sends shivers across my skin. I’ve never been touched like this before. It feels like I’m precious, like I’m wanted, and like he’s been waiting for this as long as I have.
My back bumps the cool porcelain of the sink, and the contrast only heightens the warmth of his mouth on mine.
I’m not thinking anymore. Just feeling.
And this,us, feels amazing.
His lips move lower. Chin, neck, the hollow of my throat. He's kissing me everywhere now, sparking pleasure in places I had no idea could feel it. "Luca..."
"Hush," he croons. "Let me take care of you."
Take care of me. How long has it been since I had that? Someone to care for me instead of the other way round?
"Yes," I whisper. "Please."
A growl reverberates from his throat, almost animal.
His teeth find the delicate skin of my collarbone and bite down, sending a shockwave of sensation through me. His fingers dip beneath the hem of my shirt, sliding up my spine. I can't breathe. His touch is electric, like lightning across my skin.
He cups my breast over my bra.
It's so much.
"Luca," I beg, unsure what I'm begging for.
"Last chance to stop this, angel."
"N-no." Suddenly, the thought of stopping terrifies me. "I don't want to stop. I want you."
It's the boldest thing I've ever said, to anyone. It makes shame flood my face in bright, ugly red.
But Luca doesn't seem put off by it. He just groans into the crook of my neck.
"Ah!"
He pulls down the cup of my bra.
His hand is on my bare breast, the pad of his thumb skimming across my nipple, and I can't help the noise that leaves me. It's soft, breathy, but I don't miss the way it makes his eyes darken.
"Beautiful," he murmurs.
"Please," I gasp.
